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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Camille by Alexandre Dumas: Now, this Demoiselle Gautier, it appears she lived a bit free, if
you'll excuse my saying so. Poor lady, she's dead now; there's no
more of her left than of them that no one has a word to say
against. We water them every day. Well, when the relatives of the
folk that are buried beside her found out the sort of person she
was, what do you think they said? That they would try to keep her
out from here, and that there ought to be a piece of ground
somewhere apart for these sort of women, like there is for the
poor. Did you ever hear of such a thing? I gave it to them
straight, I did: well-to-do folk who come to see their dead four
times a year, and bring their flowers themselves, and what
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